Foto Friday--And Your Wish Shall Be Granted

We all have favorite lines from this movie, right?

What about "As you wish"--every time Buttercup asks anything of Westley, this is his response. And, as Grandpa reads from the book--as you wish means I love you.

Thursday afternoon, just as I was getting the two little ones down for naps, Brad came home and told me, "It's your day off. See ya. (and the best part--) You deserve it."


Remember my post from Monday? Sometimes dreams do come true.

And how did I spend my hours all alone?
It began with two fill-ups: gas tank and my Diet Pepsi cup.

Then I moseyed over to the Mesa Auction preview, just to see what gems they had on the block this week. 

Nothing too great.  So where did my little heart want to head next?  Oh, YES!

HomeGoods.  Sigh.  I LOVE this store.  I saw lamps, a rug, a table, a chair. And all I walked out with was a little treasure to send to the winner of Super Fit and Fab (since I sucked wind this last week).
Then where?

Why, Old Navy, of course--where I found this fantastic shirt on the clearance rack.  With 50% off the lowest ticketed price, it set me back a whopping $3.99!  Then off to Kohl's for a little looksee--lucky for me they had leggings, since I'd just ripped a hole in mine.  And for $9.99, I didn't even mind.

I rounded the corner to . . .

. . . where I tried on four darling dresses that looked hideous on me and picked up a little surprise for a friend, then made a beeline for  . . .

Barnes and Noble.  The bookstore?  By myself?  Heaven?  Almost! I picked up an eight-dollar copy of Wuthering Heights, tucked it in my purse, and wandered over to . . .

. . . my favorite restaurant--for a Luau salad and side order of fries. (Yes, I was by myself.  And no, I did not have any cheesecake.) While waiting for my food, I sent a few texts home, just to check on things. This is the text I received in return (and I quote): "I'm on it, woman! Just do your thing and we'll see you soon!"
I sat there as long as I dared, buried in Cathy and Heathcliff and their angst.  When the daggers from the waitress were just too painful to endure any longer, I took my book and myself out to the couch in the mall . . .

. . . laughing out loud at Mr. Lockwood's humorous recounting of the Heathcliff household's interactions.  Do most people laugh at Wuthering Heights?  Could it just have been my sudden liberation from responsibility and the ensuing giddiness it created?  I sat on the couch until the janitorial staff came through with a cart and vacuum, looked pointedly in my direction, then stood just inside my periphery, trying to make me uncomfortable enough to leave.  It didn't work.
But I did have to make it to book club, so I left.  But not because of anything they did or said.  I just had to leave.  So there.
I spent the last two hours of my freedom surrounded by friends, food, and laughter . . .

I snuck in around eleven, gloriously happy and ready to face a lifetime another day of mothering.

Ladies, he's all mine.  I'm so lucky.

What's that you say, my Love?  You want to spend next weekend eating BBQ potato chips and ice cream sandwiches while lounging on the couch watching football?

As you wish.

Ben update: His foot's a little purple, but he's fine. Says he's gonna try practice today. We'll see. But I'm happy he's not hurting.